The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine-Chapter 4 - : The Villain

4 Chapter 4: The Villain
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Indeed, as the mud entered his mouth, the balding middle-aged man found it to be fragrant, as if he had just drunk a sweet liquor crafted from hundreds of flowers. His body felt warm and pleasantly tipsy, and, moreover, there was an inner heat coursing through him, seemingly nurturing his internal organs.

The throbbing pain his liver had been giving him was replaced with a warm sensation, as if on fire. The pain gradually disappeared.

Without a moment’s hesitation, the balding middle-aged man rifled through the mud on Huang Xiaolong’s rubber shoes, wolfing it down as if afraid someone might snatch it away from him!

His companions, along with Song Yuru, were struck dumb.

‘You’re really in luck today…’ Huang Xiaolong shook his head slightly.

Little did the man know, the mud on his shoes was no ordinary kind!

Behind Huang Xiaolong’s village was a stretch of continuous mountains. One remote and inaccessible peak was filled with various unique plants and flowers.

The many flowers were everlasting, as if they never withered year after year. Most of these flowers held rare medicinal value.

Over millennia, flower petals had fallen into the earth, forming a flowery mud, which in itself was an unparalleled Spiritual Medicine.

In other words, as Huang Xiaolong walked through the mountain, his shoes would be covered in the precious mud that could be compared to Spiritual Medicine.

This mud was extraordinary and, although it couldn’t bring the dead back to life, it could indeed restore the bald middle-aged man’s damaged liver tissues and restructure his liver lobules. It could straighten his distorted liver and soften, even dissipate, liver tumors.

In no time, all the mud attached to Huang Xiaolong’s rubber shoes had been voraciously eaten by the bald middle-aged man.

He seemed unsatiated by it.

Thunk~~~~~~~

The bald middle-aged man expelled a foul fart, causing his face to turn red from embarrassment. “Divine Doctor…I, I have to excuse myself for a minute…”

With that, he dashed towards the bathroom in their carriage.

Ten minutes later, the middle-aged man re-emerged, looking completely contented.

His formerly bloated belly was now flat, and his face held a vital healthy flush.

The man had expelled the accumulated fluid in his abdomen while in the bathroom. His ailments were now largely healed.

“He’s healed? The cirrhosis was cured by eating mud?” Song Yuru felt this completely overturned her worldview.

“Divine Doctor! Benefactor!” The middle-aged man shuffled forward excitedly, “There are not enough words to express my gratitude! You, you…”

“Your liver function has been nourished and restored. Take care of your health from now on; no need to quit drinking, just limit yourself, and do not drink more than two shots a day,” Huang Xiaolong instructed.

The man nodded his head fervently, looking like a pecking chicken.

“Benefactor, I’m so overwhelmed with emotion…” He pulls out a checkbook from his bag, “Benefactor, name your price. Would you like a cash check or a bank transfer? Paypal works too… You can’t refuse the consultation fee.”

However, Huang Xiaolong gently shook his head. “I said, today I ran into my wife, and I couldn’t be happier, which is why I treated you all for free. As a man of his word, I won’t accept any consultation fee. So, let’s drop the subject.”

As they heard this, both the middle-aged men held him in even higher regard.

Damn, what a noble man!

What does it mean to be humble? To view money as insignificant? This was it!

Song Yuru’s heart pounded, ‘No way. He is not charging a single penny? Both the middle-aged men seemed affluent, and Huang Xiaolong who saved their lives could have demanded a high consultation fee! So, does this mean…does this mean that I hold a significant place in his heart? And indeed, he is someone special, so was what he said about the mandarin duck and butterfly fate true?’

Lost in her thoughts, Song Yuru found herself looking at Huang Xiaolong. His eyes sparkled like a clear spring, his aura was faintly aloof. Unconsciously, Song Yuru’s heartbeat quickened as if a deer was galloping. Her beautiful face flushed, making her look stunningly radiant.

Two middle-aged men sat across from Huang Xiaolong with gratitude in their hearts, but not daring to mention the consultation fee again.

With no other option, Song Yuru moved over to sit next to Huang Xiaolong, freeing up her seat for the two middle-aged men.

With a beauty by his side, Huang Xiaolong was enveloped in a soft, fragrant aura. A lingering feminine fragrance that relaxed him significantly.

The two middle-aged men respectfully handed their personal business cards to Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru.

Huang Xiaolong took a look.

The bald middle-aged man was named ‘Hong Quantao’. He owned several star-rated hotels in Binhai City, including two five-star hotels. He was quite a well-off merchant.

The other middle-aged man was named ‘Zou Shi’. He was primarily involved in the home decoration industry and had several thriving home decor companies in Binhai City. Although his wealth couldn’t match Hong Quantao’s, he had tens of millions at least.

Hong Quantao also gave Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru a golden, diamond-encrusted card. These were his privately issued supreme cards. Until now, only eight had been issued, and their holders were Hong Quantao’s most respected guests.

Having this supreme card meant free consumption in any of Hong Quantao’s hotels.

Huang Xiaolong casually placed the business card and the supreme card into a canvas bag by his side.

Song Yuru, believing in not accepting what one hasn’t worked for, initially hesitated to accept, but after Hong Quantao and Zou Shi pleaded repeatedly, she accepted.

At this time, Huang Xiaolong took out an old cell phone and said to Hong Quantao and Zou Shi, “Let me add you on WeChat. If you have any business related to healing, exorcism, ghost catching, house calming, grave relocation, etc., you can refer them to me. Don’t worry, my charges are reasonable.”

Huang Xiaolong had a clear goal. Both Hong Quantao and Zou Shi were wealthy, and through their connections, he might be able to secure many big orders.

Hong Quantao and Zou Shi, flattered, added Huang Xiaolong on WeChat and carefully saved his phone number.

Having added them, Huang Xiaolong put his phone away.

Sitting beside, Song Yuru pouted slightly, feeling inexplicably melancholic. Huang Xiaolong hadn’t bothered asking for her WeChat number!

Of course, Song Yuru with her timid nature, couldn’t take the initiative to ask Huang Xiaolong for his WeChat ID.

Just then, a man’s indifferent voice could be heard from the end of the aisle saying, “Excuse me, let me through, please.”

Huang Xiaolong looked over to see a sturdy bald man, carefully holding a two or three-year-old little girl, making his way through the aisle.

A short man followed behind him, his face marred by a scar resembling a centipede. His eyes darted around vigilantly as he walked.

The girl in the bald man’s arms seemed to be fast asleep, her head resting on his shoulder, utterly motionless.

It wasn’t long before the pair passed through the aisle and moved on to the next carriage.

“Those two look rather fierce,” Song Yuru commented.

“Um… they are bad men,” Huang Xiaolong noted with a slight glint in his eyes.

“Bad men?” Song Yuru asked curiously. “How do you know they’re bad men? Perhaps they have good hearts, despite their fierce appearances. It’s wrong to judge people by their looks.”

Hong Quantao and Zou Shi looked at Huang Xiaolong curiously.

“Outer appearances are a reflection of the inner mind, and the environment changes with one’s thoughts,” Huang Xiaolong casually replied. “Furthermore, everyone emits different auras. By observing these auras, one can gauge a person’s health, ailments, fortune, good and bad intentions… The aura around good people differs from that of bad people. Besides, those two men were emitting a killing intent, suggesting they’ve killed before, and probably not just once.”

At this point, Huang Xiaolong’s eyes narrowed slightly, “I smelled a sedative on the little girl the bald man was carrying. They had given her a high dose of sedative…Ah! if I’m not mistaken, I believe they’ve kidnapped her.”

“Kidnapped?” Song Yuru, Hong Quantao, and Zou Shi’s faces changed dramatically!

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